Seven Years

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
Her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone.

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
That comes along.

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound.

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own.

Spinning, laughing, dancing to her
Favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone.;